I don't feel
I can't think
I'm lost in a silence
That only breathing breaks
I can't sleep
I can't dream
I want someone
To be here with me
I can't write
I can't move
I want to ask
But my voice can't be heard
I can't cry
I can't tell
I'm stuck in a world
Where only pain is my help
I can't stop
I can't yell
I can't breathe
To cry out for help
I can't hear
I can't see
I've gone much too far
I need help

Dance star Moby has confessed to fans he would like to be a vampire, if it means he could be immortal. The Porcelain hitmaker offered the bizarre choice to readers of his website blog, and then shocked them by revealing he wants to be a vampire.

He wrote, "If a vampire approached you and said: 'with your consent I'll bite you and you'll have immortality but you'll never see the sun again.' would you say 'ok'?

"Yes, call me crazy, but I think that being a vampire would be fantastic."

The sky is so deep, so dark

The light of the stars is so damn stark

When I look into the heavens, I fill with fear

If all we have, is what lies hear

in this lonely world, this troubled place

With cold dead stars and empty space

I see no reason to persevere

No reason to laugh nor to weep

None to sleep or ever to wake

No promises to keep or none to make

And so at night, I still look upon the heavens

To study the clear, but mysterious skies

I can't write much at the moment, I'm still pretty messed up.

Shortly after my last entry, I was asked to head to Vancouver to look into a missing deliverer, Jack. Jack was a good friend of mine. I say was because all I was able to find of him was his head. Someone -- a vampire -- has left a message, a very clear one at that.

November 26, 2007 (The Independent / Phil Davison) -- Ottomar Berbig, baker and antiques dealer: born Berlin 10 October 1940; adopted 1990 as Ottomar Rodolphe Vlad Dracula, Prince Kretzulesco of Transylvania and Wallachia; married (one son); died Schenkendorf, Germany 19 November 2007.